We awoke this morning (it was technically morning in times zones farther west!) still in San Antonio and still living large at Ramon & Gloria's house.  It wasn't a pretty sight.  Beer bottles littered the floor, chip bags were scattered everywhere and there was a small dog chewing on an empty pizza box.   We still can't remember what happened in that bathroom, but we did manage to get it cleaned up before our hosts found out.

We were excited because today was Independence Day - the 4th of July - and that always means PARTY!  We were off to "BobandRitaVille" (the legal name of the party hosts, Bob & Rita's wonderful house) in Canyon Lake (a country lake burb of San Antonio) where the festivities were billed to be a "blast!"   Realizing it was the 4th of July we knew we should act responsible since children would present at the party and that's why, in addition to three cases of beer, we brought $100 of fireworks.  We've found over the years that massive consumption of alcoholic beverages in conjunction with the use of explosives is a safe and sane thing to do.  Let's just say that the way it was reported on the late news was not accurate and leave it at that.  Besides, who could possibly know that one Roman Candle could catch an entire telephone pole on fire.  Purely as an observation - it was AWESOME when the transformer blew!

In the end it was a great 4th of July party and you should have seen Bob's face when that pole fell over on his boat.  I'll bet next year he won't characterize us as "adult supervision."  Tommorrow - we're evicted and on the road again.  Goodbye San Antonio, goodbye Bob & Rita, goodbye Ramon & Gloria and hello.....

  
The trash can in the bathroom after we cleaned it up                      Bob only wanted $500 & our Harley for his car!

       
When that pole went over we couldn't believe it!                      Stacy should wear "Depends" if she's gonna drink!